Hearing a monstrous wanders around the city,
Climbs into houses, as a thief.
I do not eh tale about Bluebeard
Before, how to go to sleep, honor.
As the seventh rise in the ladder,
As a young sister called,
Dear brothers il terrible messenger,
with bated breath, I waited…
Dust vzmetaetsya tucheyu snowy.
Brothers jump on the castle yard,
And over the neck of an innocent and gentle
It does not rise up the slippery ax.
This fairy tale now comforted,
I, probably, spokoyno oral.
What heart beats wildly,
What is not sleepy?